[ there had been a moment there, where qiu had been so focused on problem-solving that the worry began to seep into his expression, softening the usually hard edges of his seemingly perpetual scowl. but the second baby mentions gwi-ma, the instant qiu realizes none of this is for baby himself, qiu's expression shutters up again. his eyes grow cold and sharp, and his answer is swift. ]
Not a fucking chance.
[ maybe, if it were just for baby, then maybe...
it doesn't matter. there's no point in thinking about what-ifs.
taking baby's hand in his, he gives it a brief squeeze. there are still options here — there has to be. ]
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Not a fucking chance.
[ maybe, if it were just for baby, then maybe...
it doesn't matter. there's no point in thinking about what-ifs.
taking baby's hand in his, he gives it a brief squeeze. there are still options here — there has to be. ]
What if he doesn't get free? What happens to you?